Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-01-14
CHAPTER III.
AT cHuRcH--THR MOoNLrr WALK.

Warren Stuart regarded the girl as n
commonplace mortal. and yet there
was something little more than com
mon about her. He seldom saw her,
save at mealtime, when she came in to
wait upon the table. She knew serv-
ants place, and kept It. She was nod
est almost to shyness, aud seldom spoke.
never unless compelled to do so. Com-
monplacc as he supposed her TO be. he
one day thought he discerned poetic
sadness in the large, dark blue eye.
rs she stood Ike one in revcrie. The
kitchen work at Stuart's was no very
small matter, and It required all her
time and energy to accomplish her
part. She was nearly always busy, and
frequently when he saw that sad worn
face. aud tired little form, he felt n
sympathy for her.
One evening after the days work
was done, he was passing the kitchen
where Helen would insist on staying,
and heard her engaged in an animated
conversation with her brother 1t was
u simple conversation such rs child
might understand about Heaven. Lit
tie Amos was asking his sister II he
should be relieved of his iniirmities
there. and whether or not he would see
his mother and father. The answers Of
the girl were low and sweet, assuring
the little cripple that he would suffer no
pain there. and would meet those who
had gone before. Simple and common
place as the conversation was. it had
something about II which affected War
rem.
1t was Warrcn's intention TO remain
at home during the summer, and early
In the fall seek location to enter into
the practice of his profession. 1t was
now the busy season for farmers. and
he did not meet many of his former
friends and acquaintances. The second
Sunday after his return was the day fOr
preaching in the Sandy Fork school
house. The Methodist had taken this
In one Of their circuits, and sent
Rev. Allen Blaze, famous gospel
FOUNDER" to preach there once month.
The school-housc was about three
fourths of mile f,om Mr.. Stuart's and
down the creek known rs Sandy Fork
II was well hidden in the trees and the
road to il led through the forest, The
new preacher. was very popular and his
audiences were always large. Not
unfrequently the school-house failed 70
hold them aud many stood outside ut
the door and windows.
Peter Stair. the peddler, had been his
rounds and dropped in y at the Stu
arts the night before the Sunday on
which Mr.. Blaze was to preach, AZ
YOU'D better go'n hear him." said
Peter to Warren. "He's regular
stormer. / tell ye. He can make
things blaze, too. His sermons are all
wool, handmade and warranted not TO
fade. You can hear one on Sunday.
and it'll keep q ringin' through yer
ears all the rest o. the week Just like
one tune at a dance. Besides, some
times he fairly lifts a feller out O. his
boots. He raises ye so high ye can
most git bird's-eye view o the New
Jerusalem"
Warren consented to so, and the
next morning the horses were hitched
to the wagon, himself, his father and
mother and sister got in and drove off
to the school-house. The other two
boys went on horseback, preferring a
gallop through the woods to the ease
and comfort Of any wagon or carriage.
"Why, helloal Warren, how are youP"
said Mr. Arnold, the moment he
alightcd from the wagon in front of the
school-housc Mr.. Arnold dropped the
stick on which he was whiting to take
Warrcn's hand. He was a man . little
over medium height, somewhat slender.
with sandy hair and whiskers, which
were only on his chin, and cropped
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